Chapter 78: Home (2)

"No!" Nevaeh screamed in distress when she magically appeared in an unfamiliar place and the portal closed before her eyes. She hurriedly yanked her arm away from the hand holding her and ran towards the place where the portal had been, but it was gone.

She snapped her head towards the unruly girl who had brought her there. "Where did it go? Bring it back! I want to go back!" She angrily ordered, but the girl blankly looked at her as if she had said something unreasonable.

Nevaeh raged when the girl remained unresponsive. Anger blazed in her eyes as she strided towards her and commanded again. "Bring it back and take me home this instant!" Was she deaf?!

A bored and nonchalant look played in the eyes of the girl as she deflatedly sighed. "You'll have to find your way back, and don't bother calling his name, nothing gets through here except we allow it." She coolly said and turned around to leave.

Hearing her words, Nevaeh didn't want to believe her. She couldn't be trapped here. 

"Engel!" She called his name with all her might, but nothing happened. 

"Laila!" She called again, as she frantically turned around, but nothing was happening. Why weren't they coming? She didn't want to be stuck here. She wanted to go home.

"Please." Nevaeh said in a pleading tone when she saw her leaving. She bit her lips to hold back her slightly fidgeting body. 

The girl halted on her heels when she heard her. She turned towards Nevaeh whose eyes had suddenly turned misty and soft, lacking the fiery vigour that had past through them seconds ago. She listened as Nevaeh spoke again. 

"Engel, I can't leave him." She said. She badly wanted to return now that she knew she was the one he has been waiting for. 

Nevaeh didn't know where she was now, neither had she come to the full understanding of the things happening or the ones that had happened in the past, but her heart was suddenly feeling distant from him and it ached. She didn't know why, but after passing through that portal, she was feeling an immeasurable distance between them in her heart. It was as if he was suddenly out of reach and even if she called he wouldn't hear her. She feared she wouldn't hear his deep mellifluous voice again. She wouldn't meet his gaze that shook her to her core, leaving her mesmerized everytime he looked at her. A mysterious forlorn feeling was overshadowing her heart. 

She wanted to go back. 

The girl remained unmoved as she silently stared at Nevaeh, but her thoughts were perfectly hidden behind her eyes. 

Nevaeh closely watched as she opened her mouth to say something. She anticipated her reply but the girl suddenly ignored her and turned around before taking a bow.

It was at this moment that Nevaeh heard the approaching foot steps. A group of people were slowly approaching them. Her eyes riffled them as they drew closer till they finally stopped in front of the girl. 

"Yana." She heard one of them call, and the girl bowed again.

"Mother." She greeted. 

"You've done well." The woman gave the girl a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Nevaeh narrowed her eyes on the woman who the girl had called 'mother'. She looked regal and graceful, and not to mention, beautiful. She had a striking beauty Nevaeh had never seen before. She wasn't sure if was silver hair or gray eyes, but she looked magnificent. At a glance, she gave the feeling of a powerful matriarch, and her silver eyes which looked like flashes of thunder attested to it. 

Nevaeh scanned her gaze through the small group of men and women standing before her, although they didn't give an equal vibe and aura as the woman who had led them, none was less enchanting and domineering than the other. Nevaeh knew she wasn't standing before ordinary people. They weren't mere witches, but powerful witches. 

Nevaeh stilled when she saw all eyes were focused on her. She took a retreating step when the woman stepped forward towards her. 

An easy and harmless smile split her face as she held Nevaeh's gaze and introduced herself, "I'm Queen Herilda, and these are our people." She stretched forth her hand, but Nevaeh was too stunned to take it.

Firstly she wasn't interested in her name, she just wanted to go home, and secondly the woman's voice was euphonic yet overpowering.

Her smile broadened a bit further. "I won't hurt you, and none of them will." Queen Herilda said assuringly as she softened her intimidating gaze. But no matter how much she did, Nevaeh was still on her toes. 

Nevaeh looked at the people behind her before returning her gaze to her. "I...I just want to go home." She said. That was all she desired. 

Herilda maintained her smile and nodded in understanding. "And you will, Nevaeh. No one dares keep you away from your husband, not even death."

Death. Why does that make her feel strange? 

"I'm sorry if my daughter had been rude to you, she lacks her proper manners," Nevaeh looked at the girl behind her mother, she truly lacked some manners. She glanced at the woman when she resumed her speech, "But believe me we won't keep you here longer than necessary, least Lord Engel invades my home and brings it ruin." 

Nevaeh raised her brows and carefully examined the queen. A hint of worry looped in her voice, but her eyes held a certain level of nonchalance in them. 

Two things she has come to realize was that, Engel was some superior being who shouldn't be trifled with but for some reason they weren't scared of him. Secondly, she was his true wife.

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She knew because, she had been listening to all they've been saying. The girl had called this her home, and in her dream Engel had called her a witch. After seeing those demons, she had realized her dreams weren't just dreams, they were her memories which the spell was supposed to help her remember. 

Wait! This meant she has been one of them before, and she was probably still one? Her eyes widened on their own accord upon this realization. 

The world has once again changed from it's flat state to a hexagon. Crazy things were happening right, left and center, and they were all overwhelming.

She calmed herself and peered at the woman. "If you won't hurt me tell me why you have brought me here." She demanded. 

Herilda smiled once again, and Nevaeh wouldn't deny that her smile was really enchanting, but it wasn't on par with her husband's. No! That wasn't the issue at hand. 

She waited for Herilda's response, and soon it came. "To show you who you truly are, and tell you how to truly protect him."

Who she truly was? 

And wait, protect Engel? 

The almost calm look in her eyes instantly disappeared and they became fear-filled while she frowned. "Is he in danger?" Nevaeh could already hear her heart pound. 

A soft sigh flowed out the woman's lips. "He isn't, but he might be, and only you can protect him." She said. 

Nevaeh maintained her gaze on Herilda as she carefully assessed her every expression. She couldn't believe her words as they were all strangers to her, but something about the lady told her she wasn't lying. She didn't want to believe her words but subconsciously she already did. 

She had always felt the urge to protect him, but he wasn't human, and she was just human now. If he was to be in danger how would she protect him? 

As if she had made up her mind, she glanced at Queen Herilda again. "Do I have some hidden powers?" She wanted to know. Her mind was open to every possibility. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Every impossibility right now was screaming I'M POSSIBLE. 

Queen Herilda smiled and stretched out her hand and said, "Come, let's find out." 

Nevaeh warily looked at the woman's hand, she had a few more questions to ask, but she hesistantly slipped her hands into hers. She wasn't sure but she was going to take this leap. If Engel would be in danger, then she must protect him, whether she was only human or not.

"Welcome home, Nevaeh." Queen Herilda said. 

Home? Nevaeh wouldn't call it that. Engel was her home, and she wanted to go back to him. She wanted to take him back from her sister at all cost.

Nevaeh slowly followed the woman as they walked towards the people behind them. 

"Everyone, welcome Nevaeh to the realm."

Nevaeh looked from one face to the other as they all nodded acknowledging her presence, half-hearted smiles directed at her. Not sure of what to say, she nodded back.

They had only taken a step to leave when soft steps were heard coming directly opposite them. Nevaeh raised her gaze but her body suddenly stiffened at the sight of those emerald green eyes brightly staring at her. 

Her gaze fell on the cut on her forearm and she looked back at the approaching lady. 

It was her. 

The one who had spelled her. She might have forgotten that face, but she could never forget those eyes. 

As if being hit by as meteor, Nevaeh stood in a daze as the lady kept approaching them. 

She paused and looked at the girl who had brought Nevaeh and smiled, "My pretty Yana." She truffled her hair and winked before staring at the queen who was glaring at her, while the others bowed in respect to her.

"What trouble have you caused now?" Queen Herilda inquired.

"Just playing with a few humans and demons. No trouble at all." She casually shrugged, a playful smile curving her lips as she looked at Nevaeh who was still as stiff as a log. 

She looked at her hand and hissed begrudgingly.. "The spell didn't work. How troublesome!"

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